Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 437: Wizard Madhouse

Andrina led Thorne into the path leading to the bottom of the valley, and disappeared into a group of laughing and chatting wizards.

Thorn, who was submerged in the group of wizards, found that in the not-so-large wizard gathering, spellcasters from all over the world gathered. Their wizard robes merged into a colorful ocean, and the noisy conversation was deafening.

Men and women of all shapes, ages, and shapes gather here, and there are even some eccentrics whose genders are difficult to distinguish.

While traditional black wide-sleeved wizarding robes are popular around the world, most wizards prefer to wear more exotic and colorful clothing.

Even someone like Thorne, who once lived in the real world of the information explosion and has seen countless clothing styles, would be dumbfounded after seeing these eccentric wizards dressed up.

At the same time, it made him understand why such a concept is popular across the continent:

All the spellcasters who manipulated the Aoyi had problems in their heads to varying degrees.

Well, at least these outlandish clothes just prove that this point of view is somewhat correct.

As for their personalities?

let us wait and see!
All kinds of strange hats and accessories poured into Thorne's sight, dazzling, and there were even a lot of clothes that constantly changed their shape like liquid.

A witch wraps herself in a huge feathered snake, which slowly moves over her lithe body.

Another man nearby seemed to be completely covered in dancing flames, while the wizard he was talking to had encased himself in a phosphorescent miasma-like plant crawling with shimmering The dense and luxuriant ferns make people feel a chill when looking at them.

Next to Thorne and Andrina, an elf witch was wearing a loose robe, and every silk thread was strung with sparkling gems.

She was arguing with a bald dwarf wearing chain armor and a leather coat. Two small insect-eating lizards kept crawling on the bald dwarf's body with their tongues sticking out, scaring the sorceress beside him to hurry up. Step over to his other side.

Fragments of their conversation caught Thorne's ears:

"She didn't notice me at first, and when she found out, she spat at me like a she-cat and insulted my dead mother. I tried my best to run away, but she was yelling behind me Shouting that sooner or later he'll catch me and make a mandrake grow out of my ass."

"You deserve it! I won't intercede for you who accidentally burned her castle down. Just wait for the mandrake to grow out of your ass, it must be a very interesting thing. Just no If you know whether it will bear Mandela fruit, you must tell me when the time comes."

"Young lady, you are as sharp-tongued as she is, like a wasp. If the young lady will condescend to intercede for me, I will offer these potions, plus a little ancestral rune. Will the young lady accept it, or Want to tell me, a country bumpkin, to get out with my ass in my hands?"

Suddenly, other voices flooded in, drowning out the previous interlocutors: "Oh, old friend, you haven't changed at all, and every time you put on an air of wisdom and meaning, what you say is all bullshit. You can't be normal speak?"

"Oh, if it pleases you, I'd like it too. I've come here with difficulty, hiding all the way, in order to escape from the terrible monster who wanted to kill me. But this escape is really In vain, it found me. So, old friend, for the sake of our old friendship, help me, please."

"Aha, I see. Remember the last time we worked together? I almost killed the two-headed monster. But you, you said that the monster is an endangered species and argued with me, and finally let the monster escape up.

Now you say you count on my help, that you are hunted by terrible monsters.What are you afraid of, old friend?If it catches you, tell it that you like monsters, that you've been protecting them, and make sure that no member of the bloody Witcher Guild disturbs their peace, isn't that enough? "

Seriously, that monster would be ungrateful if it ripped you open and then ate you. "

…………

Thorne and Anderina walked slowly through the crowd.

She seemed to know where she was going, and Thorne could only follow her closely.

Then the two passed through a wizard who was trying to balance a bottle of red and black ink on his big nose. While doing so, he told the onlookers that he did not use any magic, but simply used his balance.

Just before the bottle fell over, Anderina held back her smile and looked away, but she still couldn't help but look back at the downcast hapless bastard.

"Where are we going?" Thorne asked Andrina, looking away from the witch on the right who was kissing a little frog while saying that she would become a prince, and then she was about to stretch out her hand to cast a spell.

"It's not far ahead." Anderina pointed to the endless crowd, and said with a smile: "Well, isn't this wizard gathering particularly interesting. But you must remember, don't laugh out loud. Don’t stare too long, or else it’s easy to cause trouble.”

"I see, this is the fifth time you have reminded me." Thorn looked at her helplessly.

Then he tightened the hand of the sorceress, trying to turn his attention to her and ignore the conversation.

The crowd is filled with amusing conversation, wacky music, harsh hums and pops.

The wizards made all kinds of funny gestures to attract the people they talked with, and colorful smoke and various shining spheres moved obediently around their heads.

The birds summoned by the spell sang beautiful music, and some of them flapped their wings in an elegant aerial ballet.

Thorne looked around, staring at the road in front of him, trying to see everything clearly.

In every corner of the wizarding assembly, there are people standing there talking, arguing, laughing or bargaining, holding glass goblets and jugs of all shapes and sizes in their hands, or easily floating in the air at elbow height .

"Is there a rule here that wizards cannot fly, float, or teleport?" Thorne found that these wizards were all standing there chatting, so he tugged Andrina's hand.

"Yeah, otherwise it would be a mess." Anderina nodded with a smile.

A scene of wizards flying all over the sky suddenly appeared in Thorne's mind, and he immediately understood the reason.

Just as he was stunned, three pink tentacles slipped out of a wizard's hood and appeared in front of his eyes.

Thorn was forced to stop, and he found that each tentacles had a pair of small and shiny eyes at the end, and they were looking at him blinking and blinking.

"Hahaha...cute half-elf."

Amidst the wizard's unbridled laughter, Thorne resisted the urge to tear off the eyes of the three tentacles, and walked through a guy with long green hair and beard together with Andrina.

The green-haired wizard was manipulating a palm-sized ball of fire in mid-air, trying to please the yawning sorceress next to him, who was staring greedily at her like a male dog at a bitch.

Next came a group of ugly, shriveled old hags with cold dark blue eyes and unpleasant black robes, howling as they gulped down bubbling beer, the transparent glass There seems to be never enough beer in the glass.

"That was the first time I saw a baby with wings," said one of the old hags happily. "He flew around the nursery, giggling, that naughty little rascal. Oh, the king's mouth Zhang almost swallowed his own crown."

Soon, Thorne and Anderina passed through the group of old witches and came to a small open area.

He immediately noticed the dust and smoke rising here, as well as the earth pits and a large pool of blood on the ground, as if they were silently telling that there might have been a fatal magic accident here not long ago.

Obviously, it must have been a deadly wizard's spell overturned...

Thorne didn't care, and involuntarily began to listen to other people's conversations.

"Honey, I happened to hear that you have a jar of virgin menstrual blood that you use as a spell-casting material, is that true? Just thinking about this scene makes me want to throw up: a high-ranking wizard, holding a bottle, kneeling on the ground, concentrating on Collect this precious liquid, or, say, collect it drop by drop from its source?" The sorceress in an elegant purple robe raised her voice and yelled like a shrew.

The wizards passing by all looked sideways, looking at them with interest.

Even Thorne stopped involuntarily and listened with interest.

He found that the male wizard who was talking to the female wizard had bright red long hair shawl, and his skin was dark red, darker than his hair.Regarding the words of his companion, he smiled and retorted:
"Honey, your jokes are witty. I've heard people mention you too, and they say that you confided your real age in bed when you were drunk, that you confessed that the first time you slept with a man, The Netheril Empire is still seven small fishing villages."

The wizards passing by booed, and some even covered their mouths exaggeratedly and bent down.

Thorn was pulled by Andrina through five beautiful and charming elf witches. They gathered together with their heads bowed, as if they were plotting some plan in a low voice.

One of them looked up suddenly alertly as Thorne passed by.

When she saw Thorne's appearance, she relaxed again and smiled at him.

The remaining female elves also looked up one after another, and then continued to discuss their plans.

Thorn, who was drifting away, vaguely heard the conversation of these elves conspiring:

"Well, as long as you are willing to help me change the casting material and casting method of this spell, he will not notice anything at all. I mean that any wizard can see through the name and function of this spell at a glance. So teach me Well, I won’t tell others where I learned it. In return for the spell, I’ll show you a new trick I’ve researched. This spell can not only make a man faint, but also…”

Thorne and Anderina came to a lawn that was almost deserted, sat on the ground breathing the fresh air, and complained:

"Is this a gathering of wizards? I think it looks more like a madhouse for wizards. If it were in our world, I think more than half of these people would be sent to mental hospitals for treatment."

(End of this chapter)